Chapter 3: E-rank Thriller Trainee

The young man on the old, broken iron-framed bed opened his eyes.

What he saw was a pale, yellowed ceiling with water dripping in the corner.

[Beep, beep, beep… The main system is successfully connected.]

[Welcome, E-rank Thriller Trainee Zong Jiu.]

This is a room with four white walls. There are no windows, and even the decorations in the room can be counted on one hand.

Zong Jiu lay on his back on a rusty iron-framed bed in the middle of the room, covered by a blanket of the same color. On the metal cabinet to his right sat a cup of cold water.

Dead silence surrounded him. In such a cramped environment, the atmosphere felt unbearably cold and gloomy.

Zong Jiu opened his eyes but didn't rush to get up. Instead, he quickly processed the information he had obtained, comparing and analyzing it against the main system's explanation and the details from the original novel.

The first round of the competition was a solo challenge. This meant that in this ranking game, teamwork was unnecessary, and there was no need to care about the life or death of others. The participating trainees only had to focus on playing their roles to the best of their ability and surviving the ranking evaluation until the end of the first round.

The top priority was to survive. The second was performing to the best of their abilities. After all, even if they survived, they could still face elimination if they received a low evaluation from the main system and the instructor.

Although the main system made it sound reassuring by saying there was a chance to survive after elimination, Zong Jiu, who had read the original novel, knew otherwise. The punishment dungeons were not easy to enter. The novel described them as having a death rate as high as 95%, meaning that being sent there due to a low rating was essentially a death sentence.

As for how to perform in a dungeon and achieve a higher rating, the main system had explained this not long ago.

Turning the tables when surrounded by danger, making a strong comeback against unfavorable odds, overcoming seemingly impossible situations, and seeking vengeance—these were all actions that could increase one's rating during evaluation. On the other hand, being a yes-man, playing it safe, and cowering in fear would naturally result in a poor rating.

In short, there was only one word to describe it: death.

Or, to put it more bluntly, it was encouraging everyone to die.

Such behavior made Zong Jiu keenly aware that something was amiss—perhaps even a conspiracy.

Unfortunately, he hadn't finished reading the novel; otherwise, he would have known everything.

Zong Jiu heaved a sigh in his heart. He turned his head.

On one side of the bed, there was a tattered iron cabinet.

Through the reflection in the metal cabinet, he could clearly see his current appearance.

White hair and light pink eyes, dressed in a neatly buttoned blue-and-white striped hospital gown. His pale, slender limbs blended into the pale wall behind him, making him look like a large, delicate doll.

The only thing that remained unchanged was the blue letter 'E' attached to his chest.

After observing for a while, Zong Jiu closed his eyes again and accessed his identity card in his mind.

The information on the identity card was concise. It stated that his role in this game was that of a seventeen-year-old albino boy with autism. He was usually quiet and had been admitted earlier that morning. It was exactly as described in the novel, without any difference.

After a moment of silence, ensuring there were no other sounds around, the young man finally got up from the bed. (end of editing, to be continued.)

Obviously it is a movement of running clouds and flowing water, but because of the violent dizziness and weakness of the limbs, it is forced to drag and muddy, with an indescribable hysteresis.

His body was passive.

Zong Jiu bent his arms, pressed a few briefly, and came to the conclusion——

I have taken psychiatric tranquilizers before, about six to eight hours ago, and now there is still undispersed drug power in the blood.

He tightened his fingers hard and stiffly picked up the water glass on the iron table.

Originally, his hands were difficult to use, and after adding a layer of medicinal power, he couldn't even hold a water glass. Frustrated, Zong Jiu had to lean over to look.

The water cup is an ordinary stainless steel water cup. On closer inspection, there is a thick layer of scale on the outside of the cup wall, which looks like it has been used for a period of years.

Under the water cup, a line of blood-red small letters are engraved on the bottom of the cup.

XXX City Mental Hospital.

At the same time, the cold system reminder once again sounded in the empty and narrow ward.

[The first solo show of horror trainees opened, located in the thirteenth venue: Mental Hospital]

[Main mission: Survive for three days. Extra task: find out the existence that is different from other people's ID cards in this personal show]

[If the main task fails, it will be eliminated directly. Additional tasks are non-mandatory tasks. If successful, the level evaluation coefficient will be doubled. Failure has no impact]

[Attention, the 360-degree panoramic camera with no dead ends in all directions has been turned on, and all trainees have entered the full live broadcast state]

When the time came, the dark live broadcast room suddenly lit up, and the huge "Thriller Trainee" in the center was very conspicuous.

The survivors who had been guarding outside for a long time cheered and swarmed in.

No wonder the survivors are so enthusiastic, because this is the first time infinite loop has held such an entertaining and people-friendly competition.

As soon as they came in, they rushed to the live broadcast rooms of the trainees with the highest rankings. The E-levels like Zong Jiu are small and transparent, and no one takes time to pay attention.

Zong Jiu glanced at the number of people in the live broadcast room that was still at zero, withdrew from consciousness, raised his eyes and looked around.

A room that was only a few square meters in size, an iron bed, an iron cabinet, and an iron cup, all rusted, monotonous and dilapidated, looked extremely empty.

Obviously, it only provides rest for mental patients, and does not provide the functions of washing and showering.

Right in front of the iron bed is an iron door.

The iron door was covered with dark yellow rust that seemed to peel off. There was no lock or door handle. There was only a glass window on the iron door facing the head of the bed. Visiting doctors or nurses can easily monitor the patient's condition from the outside.

There are no door handles and locks on the door, these two things are outside the door. It can be locked from the outside, and the people inside cannot open the door by themselves.

Patients have no human rights, especially those with brain diseases.

In addition, the only thing Zong Jiu cared about was the dense numbers on the other wall.

At this moment, there was a clicking sound of unlocking the old door.

The next moment, the twisted iron door was opened easily.

"Squeak--"

The cold wind came in from the depths of the corridor.

The owner of the face is an indifferent female with a mediocre appearance, wearing a slightly yellowed white nurse uniform. When her gaze fell on the smiling Zong Jiu, this kind of indifference and alienation deep into the bone marrow still showed no signs of relief.

It's not like looking at a person, it's like looking at an object.

She said coldly: "On the 12th, it's dinner time. The restaurant is upstairs. Go by yourself."

Zong Jiu didn't speak, and acted conscientiously as an autistic youth.

The nurse didn't care about him, turned on the other people next to him, and shouted the same thing inside, except that the beginning was changed to number 13. After speaking, without waiting for a response, he turned around and took the lamp in his hand and turned and walked deeper downstairs.

The corridor was so dark that it was too dark to see what was underneath. Even if there is a light emitting a faint light, it is still difficult to illuminate the deep darkness at the corner of the stairs. You can only vaguely see the yellow to rusty iron plates and the incomplete steps dripping dripping water.

Zong Jiu bends the corner of his mouth. He didn't stay in place for much longer, and he didn't even look at the next ward No. 14 and walked up the stairs.

Unexpectedly, although the ward was broken and there was dirt everywhere, the restaurant was unexpectedly clean.

Light blue tiles were pasted on the surroundings and on the ground, and everyone took the iron plates one by one to line up in front of the window for dinner. The atmosphere was solemn and gave people a cold depression.

There were already many people sitting sparsely in the dining room, all of them wearing the same hospital gowns as Zong Jiu's.

It is easy to distinguish which trainees are horror, because the level of each trainee is firmly hung in front of the chest. Obviously, except for trainees, no other NPC can see this badge.

Perhaps it is to better push the plot, now the people in the restaurant are almost all patients with name badges.

Before Zong Jiu walked in, the atmosphere of the restaurant was a little weird.

But as soon as he came in, he attracted most of the attention.

The white-haired young man in a sick gown walked slowly, with long white hair slicked from his shoulders, like a moonlight hanging in the night sky, with cold silver in the dim ward. Glorious.

His deep side face brightens and disappears in the hair gap, just like the beautiful young Adonis who loves and beauty **** Aphrodite in ancient Greek mythology, with a breathtaking charm that transcends gender, even if there is nothing. Doing it can easily become the focus of everyone's eyes.

The thriller live room also exploded, and the audience in the other trainees' live room screamed one by one.

[Fogweed! This is the one who has come to participate in the draft. This looks is absolutely amazing, better-looking than Shengzi, my God! ]

[I lick, I tm lick! What is a beautiful meal, I understand it today! ]

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Which live broadcast room this little brother is in, I'll go over! ]

Of course, amidst the super-thick barrage of emotional appearance, there are also devilish voices.

[Come on, this is not the real world entertainment talents that only need to look good, can sing and dance to make their debut. This is our horror trainee plan for the infinite world. Just looking at the face is a shit. ]

[That is, an E-level rookie, looks so weak that the wind is still a bitch, and most of them can't survive the first level, cut. ]

[What's the point of being good-looking? This sub-venue has not only Zhuge bosses, but also Shengzi bosses. Isn't it fragrant to see them? ]

"Is an E-rank rookie."

On the other long table, He Jianlan, who was observing, turned around again, "It looks pretty good."

Qin also used chopsticks whose tips were about to be polished to pick up the lingering greens in the iron plate in front of him, his face was not worried, "If you want to be in this mood, it's better to observe Zhuge An and Vincent."

"Vincent didn't come to the restaurant at all, he should be trying to get the upper hand."

He Jianlan's gaze swept across the back row without a trace, "Zhuge An is still sitting there."

They are old people, and Qin has also experienced more than a dozen copies, and they are rated A. Although He Jianlan is a B-level, he is also a high-ranking B-level, only a few places away from A-level.

"There are already two S-levels, and three A-levels, and there are more than a dozen other E-level and F-level newcomers."

He Jianlan didn't finish speaking, but both of them knew it in their hearts.

The dungeons in the infinite loop are also divided into difficulty levels, the fewer people, the less difficult the dungeon. If the difficulty is higher, the relative number of people will increase.

"...Compared to Vincent, I care more about Zhuge An."

Qin also raised his head, his gaze crossed the crowd, and fell on the person at the end.

The handsome man with loose ink hair was sitting there, his expression was cold, and he looked like an ancient painting slowly unfolding from a distance.

The only difference is the extremely eye-catching S-class on his chest, with a small three on it.

Among the tens of thousands of horror trainees, there are only ten S-level students. They sit on the highest throne in the studio, overlooking all beings.

Zhuge An is also a high-ranking S, ranked No. 3 in the initial evaluation of the main system.

There are also many big names in the infinite loop of survivors, and the most terrifying one is daunting just to say the name.

Zhuge An's name is also one of these big figures. He is known for his resourcefulness and his wisdom and demon. It can be said to be exhaustive and people dare not to underestimate him.

He Jianlan knows this well. If the "different trainees" mentioned in the random task were Zhuge An, I am afraid they would not have the slightest power to resist.

He thought about it, but he really couldn't think of any way to fight it.

"Since it is not a necessary task, it doesn't matter if you fail, just take precautions. If you can't provoke it, can't we still hide it."

Guarding is always right. The main thing is that the two of them have an A-level and a B-level, and they dare not provoke an S-level.

That's S grade, the top ten among tens of thousands of thriller trainees!

Even if you step back ten thousand steps, if you have to provoke an S grade other than NO.1, you would rather provoke the other eight than provoke this unpredictable existence.

Not only them, but the atmosphere among the other old people is also a little weird.

The root cause of all the problems still lies in the random tasks issued by the main system.

There has never been such a situation in the history of infinite loops. The dungeons they experienced are all team-type dungeons, and there are rewards for supporting newcomers. Even the two teams meet in the dungeon rarely, and the conflicts between each other are not the same. many. After all, the iron law of infinite loop is that human beings will always be succumbed to ghosts. If you add an iron law of internal cannibalism, I am afraid there will not be many survivors left.

But now, this task has broken this boundary, just like the horror trainees, from the moment the rules are announced, they know that there may be a day of cannibalism in the future.

But fortunately, you have to live until that time, so you don't have to think so much before.

After the colander Dafa of the old lady Dafan was cast, Zong Jiu walked to the corner with the iron plate, and started to solve it quietly by himself.

The food here is neither delicious nor unpalatable. The hospital's perfunctory treatment of these mental patients can be seen with naked eyes, but it is better to eat with food than without.

The effect of the medicine remaining in the body began to recede. After the nerve endings were restored, the stiffness of the hands was slightly better, but the movements were still stagnant, with an obvious sense of incongruity.

Zong Jiu had already turned a blind eye.

In the years after the car accident, although he had undergone numerous operations, both large and small, his hands were still unable to return to normal human levels. It was difficult to move even at the worst, but now he can take care of himself with his perseverance.

Lights cold to the point of no temperature projected from the top of the dining room, and the reflection of the iron plate reflected the youth's pale pink eyes.

So far, although the plot has undergone many changes, it is generally within Zong Jiu's knowledge.

But soon it was not.

Because... it's less than two hours before the death of the original owner in the plot!